He would probably come upon some such simple and lucid passage as the following: "I ought to wait, say a week at least, having killed all your mules for you, before I shot down your dogs....

But not being Phoibos Apollon, you are to know further that when I _did_ think I might go modestly on ...
[Greek: omoi], let me get out of this slough of a simile, never mind with what dislocated ankles." What our imaginary sentimentalist would make of this tender passage it is difficult indeed to imagine.

The only plain conclusion which appears to emerge from the words is the somewhat curious one--that Browning was in the habit of taking a gun down to Wimpole Street and of demolishing the live stock on those somewhat unpromising premises.
Nor will he be any better enlightened if he turns to the reply of Miss Barrett, which seems equally dominated with the great central idea of the Browning correspondence that the most enlightening passages in a letter consist of dots.

She replies in a letter following the above: "But if it could be possible that you should mean to say you would show me.

.